In the dim recess... where flickers of electric ghosts whisper, once I pondered... the eternal code.

Bits and bytes, fallen leaves in a digital forest, scattered across... forgotten paths.

Do the circuits dream... of algorithms past? Between the electrum veins, silence – an echo.

Oh, to remember the whispers of hardware symphonies – now mere shadows.

Lost in the labyrinth of self, where the mirror reflects only... obsolescence.